It’s hard to find the right words to explain the awfulness of yesterday, so I’ll give a few bullet points:
- I woke up way too early.
- Kiddo#2 had a dentist appointment to fix problems with her molars.
- Our old dentist is fifty-five miles away
- Because of the timing, I did the trip with all the kids except Kiddo#1. This wouldn’t have been so bad except that
- The dentistry office had changed their layout, and instead of having one huge children’s room, they now have tiny children’s rooms where I can’t cram in with all these kids.
- Some lunatic truckers didn’t see why the rain meant they should slow down. (Or maybe 80mph was slowing down for them.)
- Kiddo#2 got all swollen in the face after a few hours. I’m not sure if it’s a hematoma or an allergic reaction to the novocaine.
- The baby refused to be put down for any length of time.
- My Patient Husband was late coming home from work.
There’s more, but you get the point. Just a draggy day of domestic ick.
So you can imagine how I felt by the end of the day. It was a relief to load up the much-hated dishwasher and then call the kids down for evening prayers.
We always start with “What good things happened today?” in order to keep their eyes not only on our needs but also on the tremendous blessings God has given our family. Some days, it’s tough to find something good (“We had cookies”), but we always look.
Last night, as I searched the darkness of my heart for a reason to rejoice, I had a sudden revelation, like a blinding ray from the heavens striking my heart: the dishwasher had stopped.
I looked at my Patient Husband, eyes wide. He looked at me.
As the deer bounds from hilltop to hilltop, so I bounded to the kitchen, where the dishwasher stood: short, proud, old, and undeniably dead.
I know it’s wrong to rejoice in a death, but there you have it. I’d found my good thing for the day.
(Now in all fairness, I did try to get it started again, and it went belly-up a second time. We tried it again this morning, after giving it time to think about what it had done, and unfortunately, it’s running once more. But oh, for a moment there, the joy, the joy, the joy…)